"Firefly Candle."
Chi Yi laughed happily, seeing Ye Xuan's action as akin to a moth flying into the flame, self-destructive.
"Too impulsive."
Zi Ying also shook her head, her face unclear, but from her beautiful eyes, a hint of pity could be seen.
However, Ximen Ying and Qian Wuchen didn't quite believe that Ye Xuan would die; in their understanding, Ye Xuan was not the type to court death, he was smarter than anyone else.
It's just that the Demon Infant was so troublesome that Ye Xuan might really be at risk.
Suddenly, at that moment, a shocking burst of sparks erupted in the mid-air, the originally dense miasma fog, under this explosion, suddenly dissipated a great deal.
"Hmm?"
Zi Ying also looked up, only to see in the area where the miasma exploded, the huge body of the Demon Infant became visible, and opposite the massive Demon Infant was a slightly slender figure, which was Ye Xuan.
"He actually tore through the miasma ocean?"
